Heart In Ashes Novel Novels & Stories

No matter how he tried to wish to be normal and experience normality, something or someone would always be there to bring him down. He stood up and gathered all the books that he had collected from Ashley. He took them outside and burnt them. As he watched them burn, he made up his mind to shut all doors of hope completely. ~~~~~~~~ Ashley suddenly felt hot after lying on her bed. "That's strange. I need to take a bath then." She concluded that after getting back from the beach, she was just too tired to even eat dinner so she preferred to sleep.

I smirked, throwing the heart at its feet and turning my attention back to the fighting. As I began to move, I felt a stabbing pain fill my chest, stopping me in my tracks. Lifting a hand, I clutched at my skin as images of Asher lying on the ground surrounded by an energy so sinister it turned my blood to ice appeared in my mind. "Ash…" I managed as I watched dark black wings erupt from his back. "What's..."

I heard as I felt something pierce my heart and blood gushed out of my mouth immediately, slowly I begin to lower to the ground "Kitten….!" I heard Nicklaus call as he took me in his arms "Please…kitten stay with me" He cried as the whole place turned chaos "I'm happy it wasn't you…." Those were my last word before I gave up THE END Drop your comments guys, how was the story, please support my book guys. Is Ashley dead? Will there be a sequel? Who's the mastermind behind the gunshot

“Killing me won’t change anything. She’ll still—” His words cut off in a wet choke as Zeke plunged his hand straight through his chest. Blood spluttered across Zeke’s arm, dripping onto the dirt in crimson rivers. Asher’s body jerked once, eyes wide with something between shock and disbelief. Then his smirk faltered, the light fading from his gaze as Zeke ripped his heart clean out. Asher collapsed to the ground, his eyes widened as they stared at the sky, and he was not moving. Finally gone.

It was cold but she didn’t mind, her boots sank into damp grass, as she ran, crying louder and louder as she ran. She wanted to keep running, to crawl into some hole and die, to leave Callum, his pack, and her broken heart behind, to find a place where she wasn’t just a placeholder for a ghost. To find a place where she was loved for who she was. Meanwhile… Asher stood by the field edge, just under a pine tree, his hazel eyes shining like a wolf in the moonlight. He adjusted his jacket and adjusted his binoculars, a cigar in his mouth.

Around midnight she reached the section describing Meher's gradual decline. The whispers. The forest. The growing suspicion. The fear. A knot formed in her stomach. She kept reading. Then came the murder. The rain. The clearing. Meher's final words. I have only loved you. Aisha closed the notebook abruptly. The room felt too warm. For several moments she simply sat there staring at nothing. The tragedy struck harder than she expected. Not because it was real. Because it wasn't. Somehow that made it worse. A fictional murder should not have felt devastating.

"I could see it in your eyes that you were desperate to find the real killer." "Thank you, Detective Taylor." One month later, Aidan was executed. He died in prison. I submitted my resignation to Ravenshire State Medical Center. Then I returned to Ashford Hollow, held a funeral for Aidan, and buried his ashes. After I went back to Ravenshire, I threw everything in my house that belonged to my mother into the trash. Once everything was cleared out, I sold the house. Then I left the country and began a new life. The following spring, I received an email from Detective Taylor. Attached was a letter my mother had written in prison. Her handwriting was neater than I expected.

"Alex must never suspect anything. Not a single doubt can enter his mind. If he does, everything burns — including whatever fragile love you've managed to cultivate in this house of ashes." With those ominous parting words, the mysterious figure melted silently into the surrounding darkness, leaving Eve completely alone in the charred remnants of the east wing. She stood there motionless for several long moments, her mind swirling with a torrent of new threats, fresh possibilities, and overwhelming emotions. The night remained deep and unforgiving around her, the conversation replaying endlessly in her thoughts as she clutched the envelope tightly. She had bought precious time, but the dange

Rain pattered soft on Sienna’s hood, a steady drip that matched the thud of her boots on the muddy path. Lila led the way—small, hunched, her coat too big, her steps shaky like she’d collapse any second—and Sienna followed, her jaw tight, the vial a cold lump in her pocket. Roman trailed a few paces back, silent, his presence a weight she couldn’t shake—his heat, his kiss, still burning on her lips, a mistake she couldn’t unmake. Her chest ached, raw and tangled, and she hated it—hated him for making her feel it, hated herself for letting him in even that much.